Rebel by 20...

To the people who claim to be saints,

And to the people who claim to be priests.

To the people who wear saffron,

And to the people serving as messengers of GOD.

To the people who change color like chameleon,

And to the people who in real are hypocrites.

I claim to be a Rebel

A Rebel by 20.

What religion do you talk of, I ask

when your thoughts are evil and satanic.

Which peace are you trying to spread,

having a clasp-knife beside your torso.

What tolerance are you trying to teach,

when bigotry is all you preach

To you, I claim to be a Rebel

A Rebel by 20.

To their distress and misery,

they seek the ‘so called’ God.

In the pangs of separation and desolation,

they piety the ‘so called’ God.

How pretentious & superficial their way of living,

rebuking the penniless beggar after snubbing & kicking.

To you, I claim to be a Rebel

A Rebel by 20.

To my mates who claim to be friends,

And to my friends who claim to be brothers.

To the one busy with his girl-friend,

while I face alone the tornado.

To the one enjoying the status of celebrity,

while I sulk alone the ignominy.

To you, once a friend, I claim to be a Rebel

A Rebel by 20.

To the heart that once loved me,

I see the disavowed arrogance.

To the heart that talked of happiness,

I see the subtle shift towards wealth.

To the heart that promised unconditional love,

I see the impassive callousness.

To you, once a sweetheart, I claim to be a Rebel

A Rebel by 20.

The game is not about becoming somebody,

it is about becoming nobody.

The game is not about defeating them,

it is about winning with my defined rules.

As I pass them, I hear whispers,

they call me a ‘Rebel’.

But I am not a Rebel

Without a cause.